FAKE Triple Drabble: Flashback
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badly_knittedTitle: Flashback
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: This crime scene reminds Dee of his friend’s death many years ago.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Flashback’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Seeing the kid, mid-teens at most, slumped on the ground in a filthy alley, propped against brickwork stained by decades of pollution, blood soaking his clothing, triggered memories of a time just over fifteen years ago, when he, and Barry, and Tommy had come across their buddy Arnon in practically the same position, dead from a gunshot wound. For a long moment, Dee was back in that other alleyway as police, Jess among them, milled about. He remembered staring in incomprehension at the friend he’d seen alive just a few hours earlier, feeling a weird sense of unreality.
He felt the same way now. That tragic event had been the beginning of his ambition to become a cop; now here he was, in the middle of a similar crime scene, but this time, he was one of the cops.
“He’s still alive!” came Ryo’s voice. “Did anyone call an ambulance?”
Dee fought down a surge of resentment over this kid, a gang member, having survived when Arnon, who’d been a good kid just trying to help his mom pay the rent, had died instantly. Yeah, Arnon shouldn’t have had to die, but that wasn’t this kid’s fault. Arnon had been taken down by professionals; this kid had just been unlucky. That could happen all too easily when you ran with a street gang, but it didn’t make him any less deserving of Dee and his partner’s best efforts.
At the end of the day, he was a kid who, whatever his faults, didn’t deserve to be left to die amid the trash. Thirty years ago, Dee had been dumped with the trash, but a cop had found and saved him. Now cops had found this kid, and with a bit of luck, they could save him, and catch his attackers.
The End
He felt the same way now. That tragic event had been the beginning of his ambition to become a cop; now here he was, in the middle of a similar crime scene, but this time, he was one of the cops.
“He’s still alive!” came Ryo’s voice. “Did anyone call an ambulance?”
Dee fought down a surge of resentment over this kid, a gang member, having survived when Arnon, who’d been a good kid just trying to help his mom pay the rent, had died instantly. Yeah, Arnon shouldn’t have had to die, but that wasn’t this kid’s fault. Arnon had been taken down by professionals; this kid had just been unlucky. That could happen all too easily when you ran with a street gang, but it didn’t make him any less deserving of Dee and his partner’s best efforts.
At the end of the day, he was a kid who, whatever his faults, didn’t deserve to be left to die amid the trash. Thirty years ago, Dee had been dumped with the trash, but a cop had found and saved him. Now cops had found this kid, and with a bit of luck, they could save him, and catch his attackers.
The End
